I hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANI hate newspapermen. They come into camp and pick up their camp rumors and print them as facts. I regard them as spies, which, in truth, they are.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANI want him to hold what he has earned and got. I have all the rank I want.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANWar is at its best barbarism.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANI will answer that war is war, and not popularity seeking.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANI know I had no hand in making this war, and I know I will make more sacrifices today than any of you to secure peace.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANAn Army is a collection of armed men obliged to obey one man.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANThe voice of the people is the voice of humbug.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANI beg to present you as a Christmas gift the city of Savannah.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANBut, my dear sirs, when peace does come, you may call on me for any thing. Then will I share with you the last cracker, and watch with you to shield your homes and families against danger from every quarter.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANWar is too serious a matter to leave to soldiers.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANIf you don’t have my army supplied, and keep it supplied, we’ll eat your mules up, sir.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANI am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANYou cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANWar is cruelty. There is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANIf I had my choice I would kill every reporter in the world, but I am sure we would be getting reports from Hell before breakfast.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMANThere is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell.
WILLIAM TECUMSEH SHERMAN